UPDATE: Decided not to deactivate my account due to games being played.
In the 21st Century....Online interactions with Humans, is just as hard as Face to Face interactions :/
I have learned a hard lesson when it comes to get to know a person with online interactions only.
When you follow/connect with someone online and have daily interactions with, great conversations and a banter back and forth, apparently there is a very light grey line you do not cross. Had I know beforehand of that said line, I would not have continued with the banter.....Nothing was said to me but only in an action which in turn created a causality of another online person. That person was shown the same action as I. The other person was not involved with the ongoing banter until that person chose to use the word/term the I had used that created all of this. Not good!
I am the one to be disavowed then it should only be me not the other. But, I guess it is easier to punish more than one person.
I no longer have the account, I deactivated it, I removed myself from the 21st Century when it comes to this..... Some like to play games, I do not, Be honest with me and let me know if I had said something wrong and let's deal with as Adults.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
In the 21st Century, PAIN!
I am sitting at my desk as I am in pain to write this post.
Today started off well, very well!
My Plan for improvement for the city and my neighborhood was approved, sort of.
My confirmation to become the District 2 CAC (Citizen Advisory Council) Representative is tomorrow night. YAY!
Send out many emails for the improvement this morning and received responses rather quickly.
So, I thought today would be GREAT!
I decided I needed to go grocery shopping today.
I did the shopping, drove home and unloaded the groceries from my Jeep and into the house.
As I was unloading one of the cloth shopping bags, the bottle of Honey, jumped out and landed on my toe. It was not the big toe nor the 2nd toe nor the little toe, it was the 2nd the last toe..Seriously?! Of all the toes to assault, the Honey decides " Hey let's attack that toe..... Pain shot up my leg straight to my mouth as I yelled in anger and pain "DAMN IT" a disembodied voice from upstairs answered with " I didn't do anything!". As I looked up to the ceiling, the pain was more intense, I guess moving your neck while having a broken toe, the pain intensifies...Human body, who knew...
I am sitting here thinking, should I go to a Doc in a Box, there is not much they could do other than have x-rays completed and then tape this !@#$%@@$ toe, sorry pain raised its ugly head....UGH!
I will put ice on the toe and tape it myself.....
!@#$%#@#@! oops, sorry the ugly head of toe pain again....
I am sitting at my desk as I am in pain to write this post.
Today started off well, very well!
My Plan for improvement for the city and my neighborhood was approved, sort of.
My confirmation to become the District 2 CAC (Citizen Advisory Council) Representative is tomorrow night. YAY!
Send out many emails for the improvement this morning and received responses rather quickly.
So, I thought today would be GREAT!
I decided I needed to go grocery shopping today.
I did the shopping, drove home and unloaded the groceries from my Jeep and into the house.
As I was unloading one of the cloth shopping bags, the bottle of Honey, jumped out and landed on my toe. It was not the big toe nor the 2nd toe nor the little toe, it was the 2nd the last toe..Seriously?! Of all the toes to assault, the Honey decides " Hey let's attack that toe..... Pain shot up my leg straight to my mouth as I yelled in anger and pain "DAMN IT" a disembodied voice from upstairs answered with " I didn't do anything!". As I looked up to the ceiling, the pain was more intense, I guess moving your neck while having a broken toe, the pain intensifies...Human body, who knew...
I am sitting here thinking, should I go to a Doc in a Box, there is not much they could do other than have x-rays completed and then tape this !@#$%@@$ toe, sorry pain raised its ugly head....UGH!
I will put ice on the toe and tape it myself.....
!@#$%#@#@! oops, sorry the ugly head of toe pain again....
Thursday, January 9, 2014
I joined the 21st Century kicking and screaming in to the new year of 2014!
This new year did start off quiet and uneventful UNTIL...... I heard from a friend from many years ago....This is one of the ladies that I went to Spain with. we talked about that trip and all that happened :)
BIDET! and Catholic Nuns..... That is what this post is about the story of NUNS...okay, Us becoming Nuns on a train from Madrid to the coast of Spain on the way to Tangiers, Morocco.
We ladies of 6 boarded an over night train, so excited , traveling with our knowledge of the language, customs , really, the lack of, should be stated. We had two sleeper cabins, 3 in each...for safety..YEAH RIGHT!
While at the station waiting for the departure, a group of young men started circling us, whistling and touching their arms and trying to rub up against them and as my girlfriends said NO MOLESTO okay, more of a YELL over and over again....people were stopping and looking at us, not good. I had enough of this spectacle....I spoke in a hush voice and tone and explained, who we were......Oh did I forget to say, I never told my girlfriends of what I was going to say :) We became Catholic Nuns...It was the only thought I came up with in a moment of notice, not the best option as I learn as the night went on..
As we board the train and found our cabins, thankfully they were located beside each other. We had an inspiration, let's go to the dinning area and then to the lounge, As we made our way, Load and Behold, who do we run into...The group of guys from the station....... They stood and bowed at us as we passed, One young man asked for forgiveness, not knowing what was going on, still did not let my friends know what was said, I waved my hand and responded with all is forgiven...... The girls looked at me as I was carrying a Bidet with me..... When we finally reached the lounge I was jumped on, They wanted to know what I had said to the guys and why they were bowing. As I explained, one friend exclaimed, oh hell, here we come and Mary is the first to go......I rolled my eyes and responded with, at least they are leaving us alone. After an hour or so, I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.....I left them alone and made my way back to my cabin..not 20minutes later I heard this yelling of my name and 5 girls rushing into my cabin.....The young men were following....really, are we playing out a scene from The Three Stooges? This cabin is barely big enough to 4 skinny little people not a group of NUTS!....I never made it out of my bunk, girls were stepping on me to make it to the top bunk and the guys were yelling and whistling...No conductor was to be found......Thinking to myself, OH GOD we are going to disappear, never to heard from again......The truth came out somehow while I was in my cabin and these guys were on the hunt for fresh meat......
I was able to get to my feet as one guy is pushing his way up the ladder to the bunk above me, I started to yell in French and Spanish and in English, scared the crap out of myself and the mass of legs and arms of the other people in this tiny cabin. I finally got control of this mess, not sure how but did not care, got the guys to step out and I locked the door behind them, they stood there trying their damn-ness to get me to open the door after 20 minutes of this they left, what was left was 6 girls stuck in a cabin that was for only 4 people not able to sleep, mad at me, mad at themselves for spilling the truth, come to find out they could not keep up with the charade. No one left the cabin until the morning.
I was tired, angry, pissed off at myself, I was not in the mood for a boat ride to anywhere. I need coffee, a lot coffee and maybe some bread, not sure at that point. I really do not remember that day of waiting to board the boat to Morocco....
I think that trip was uneventful, maybe I will ask the others when we talk what happen, IF they remember :)
This new year did start off quiet and uneventful UNTIL...... I heard from a friend from many years ago....This is one of the ladies that I went to Spain with. we talked about that trip and all that happened :)
BIDET! and Catholic Nuns..... That is what this post is about the story of NUNS...okay, Us becoming Nuns on a train from Madrid to the coast of Spain on the way to Tangiers, Morocco.
We ladies of 6 boarded an over night train, so excited , traveling with our knowledge of the language, customs , really, the lack of, should be stated. We had two sleeper cabins, 3 in each...for safety..YEAH RIGHT!
While at the station waiting for the departure, a group of young men started circling us, whistling and touching their arms and trying to rub up against them and as my girlfriends said NO MOLESTO okay, more of a YELL over and over again....people were stopping and looking at us, not good. I had enough of this spectacle....I spoke in a hush voice and tone and explained, who we were......Oh did I forget to say, I never told my girlfriends of what I was going to say :) We became Catholic Nuns...It was the only thought I came up with in a moment of notice, not the best option as I learn as the night went on..
As we board the train and found our cabins, thankfully they were located beside each other. We had an inspiration, let's go to the dinning area and then to the lounge, As we made our way, Load and Behold, who do we run into...The group of guys from the station....... They stood and bowed at us as we passed, One young man asked for forgiveness, not knowing what was going on, still did not let my friends know what was said, I waved my hand and responded with all is forgiven...... The girls looked at me as I was carrying a Bidet with me..... When we finally reached the lounge I was jumped on, They wanted to know what I had said to the guys and why they were bowing. As I explained, one friend exclaimed, oh hell, here we come and Mary is the first to go......I rolled my eyes and responded with, at least they are leaving us alone. After an hour or so, I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.....I left them alone and made my way back to my cabin..not 20minutes later I heard this yelling of my name and 5 girls rushing into my cabin.....The young men were following....really, are we playing out a scene from The Three Stooges? This cabin is barely big enough to 4 skinny little people not a group of NUTS!....I never made it out of my bunk, girls were stepping on me to make it to the top bunk and the guys were yelling and whistling...No conductor was to be found......Thinking to myself, OH GOD we are going to disappear, never to heard from again......The truth came out somehow while I was in my cabin and these guys were on the hunt for fresh meat......
I was able to get to my feet as one guy is pushing his way up the ladder to the bunk above me, I started to yell in French and Spanish and in English, scared the crap out of myself and the mass of legs and arms of the other people in this tiny cabin. I finally got control of this mess, not sure how but did not care, got the guys to step out and I locked the door behind them, they stood there trying their damn-ness to get me to open the door after 20 minutes of this they left, what was left was 6 girls stuck in a cabin that was for only 4 people not able to sleep, mad at me, mad at themselves for spilling the truth, come to find out they could not keep up with the charade. No one left the cabin until the morning.
I was tired, angry, pissed off at myself, I was not in the mood for a boat ride to anywhere. I need coffee, a lot coffee and maybe some bread, not sure at that point. I really do not remember that day of waiting to board the boat to Morocco....
I think that trip was uneventful, maybe I will ask the others when we talk what happen, IF they remember :)
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